I’m not into that generic kind of love.
I want the everything, the never enough.
All consuming, sometimes draining, hard.
I want a love you cannot simply discard.
To some it smothers they simply can’t cope.
They, they’ve gone, they left me without hope.
But you my Beauty, you understood.
You like me, you need what feels good.
We came together with a mutual need.
A lust for love, an all consuming greed.